286 Dragon Essence

It was the farthest thing from symbolic. It was the most odd feeling. It was as if he was the sword and the sword was him, there was no difference between the two of them. It was almost as if the sword had already become a part of his soul.

"Wicked! Xavier, are you going to name it?" Marcellus or Marc as he liked to be called, asked excitedly, his hair was still dyed green and he had a nose ring that gleamed in the bright lights of the hall. He looked like if not for his parents who were seated by his side, he would have rushed to this side of the table to look at the sword.

"Gao Qiang." Xavier said, looking down at the sword.

Zane's heart skipped when he heard that word.